Minutely, she housed a flutter. It was the kind of nervous one that started out very small. Usually, Nabooru could dismiss it and put it aside, but when it came to Byrne, it seemed to be the kind of thing that stayed with her. She blamed it on their history. He knew things about her that no one else did. He knew things she didn't dare utter to anyone else. Not because she didn't trust them, but mostly that after Byrne's initial reaction, she couldn't endure seeing anyone else displeased with her. At least, not with regards to her Sagedom, and she knew she hadn't been 'forgiven' for it yet.

She saw his hand before it truly registered to her what he was doing. And if she had been more pale, perhaps that blush would have been more obvious. All the same, it was a subtle companion, one she wanted to promptly punt out of the hot springs because that kind of reaction with Byrne was not endearing. It was frustrating and agitating. Annoying and ridiculously stupid. She wasn't a little girl anymore and she didn't like feeling like one with him.

But maybe they both felt the same way in those regards. Nerves, maybe.

Her head turned enough to look over to him and just slightly tipped a little. As though unsure of what to do with her hands, she continued to fiddle with some of the hair that curled over her collarbone without rhyme or reason. "Are you enjoying it so far? Your time away from the academy, I mean. You're not teaching the kids, after all. Get to do whatever you want without having any responsibility. It's got to be nice."